We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Mebbe.... I spent nearly all my hunting time (dove in August, ducks and geese through the winter) on the Eastern Shore, ambling down to Assateague and Chincoteague with sufficient inducement. Having spent a couple of winters up Darien way, I'd have to say they can be equally bone-chilling. On the water in a boat, or in the marsh wearing chest waders - it didn't matter. The only possible tactic to salvage digits was the blind.
And that ever convenient inner jacket potables pocket.
Can't say how much I miss it...Thanks for sparking the memory.